From a Baghdad prison cell to a Tokyo conference to a town under siege in the mountains of Lebanon to the bowels of the McGill University library, the stories in Rawi Hage’s collection Stray Dogs run a gamut of places and spaces. The focus, however, is on what’s happening in his characters’ heads. Is their perception of reality skewed – or is reality itself?
Mediating between the outside world and the inside, between the actual and the observed, are photographs. Many of Stray Dogs’s characters take or study photos – as the Beirut-born Hage was doing when he first came to Montreal in 1992, to enroll at Concordia. The medium has been a motif in his novels, from his International Dublin Literary Award-winning debut, De Niro’s Game (2006), to Beirut Hellfire Society (2018). With Stray Dogs, he says, “I finally tried to join these two forms in a book.” On the phone from his Montreal home, Hage speaks about photography writing, and the cerebral and visceral sides of his art.
In your stories, you seem to assemble characters with different backgrounds and perspectives to explore what will happen – setting forces in motion in close proximity.
None of us is a product of a monolithic culture, and if I want to flatter myself, I think I’m writing something very contemporary. This cosmopolitan writing I do is not about a life of luxury; it’s this constant interaction with different histories – meeting and negotiating our existences. This used to happen with wars, travel or commerce, but now, it’s much more accelerated. In Canada, we’re moving toward a homogenized third space – but even that third space has to interact with something else and change.
When your third novel, Carnival (2012), came out, you said your photography is “probably why I write in the first person. Much like in photography, I have to be present, portraying things.” What does it mean for you that some of the stories in Stray Dogs are in the third person – including the last one, The Colour of Trees, in which a retired philosophy professor tries to stop young people from falling off a cliff while taking selfies?
Photography is such a rich medium, from entertainment all the way to surveillance; the diversity of people who have been attracted to it or used it is tremendous. This book looks at its relation to society, and that dictated something beyond my own experience. It’s a short book; if you wanted to cover the whole spectrum of photography you would need thousands of pages, but I wanted to show how diverse and how ambiguous and precise this medium is. Also there’s a theological dimension to photography; there’s economics, class and humour too. Especially in commercial photography, which I had to do for a long time – as an art student exposed to all this kitsch and weddings.
Every time we take a selfie, it’s defining our relationship to each other. The story The Colour of Trees is all about the self. How do we define the self? How do we project our own selves? Is it necessary to turn ourselves into mere representation – an image?
The medium is so mutable, and it keeps surprising me how much it has changed and how people still find ways to use it. If anything, photographic film is having a resurgence now. I still photograph with film. I once got kicked out of an apartment because of hipsters and gentrification, but I don’t hold many grudges: If it wasn’t for hipsters using analog photography, I wouldn’t be able to find film!
In the story The Whistle, the narrator recalls trying to photograph bombs in Beirut as they fall. All photographs capture and freeze images forever, but this attempt seems particularly poignant.
Well, that part of that particular story was true. In my youth, a cousin of mine and I were doing photography, and somehow we wanted to freeze bombs in the air, maybe subconsciously as a way to not let them fall and explode – some kind of wishful thinking. Looking back on it, I’m not sure why I decided to do something so foolish and adventurous and dangerous. But it was a confrontation – confronting war. I think my writing is confrontational. Maybe that was the seed of using art, writing, as a means of honesty, confrontation and courage. Also, I always used art to express myself – sometimes in a violent, poetic, emotional way.
One story ends with an image of someone moving toward an area of destruction, while protectively clutching children …
I guess it’s a comment on our deep attraction to violence and destruction, as a species. Also there’s a certain sense of absurdity – everybody’s trying to escape by pushing things to a certain extreme. All my characters tend to be defiant against the impossible. I don’t know if it’s a suicidal wish or realizing to an extent this universe is unfair. You know you’re going to lose, but still, in an existentialist way, you take a decision to protest. And why not? It’s literature. It’s one of those places where we have to confront these aggressions, transgressions and ourselves.
This interview has been edited and condensed.
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